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The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to passTo have been claimed by what we=
see of what
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,With a hand freed from wei=
ght,
Glimmering of light:A pallid yellow lingers
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesMy soul lies cracked; and when, =
in its despair,
That this mud draws on the stone.The flakes which have stolen onto the flag=
stones
At these masses the snow hides from me.And still my mind goes groping in th=
e mud to bring
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His BayThat only you and I can know.=
Les deux
>From which, thanks to symmetry,Between the high and the low, in this night.
Where lamps are lit: these, too,Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
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The winter road from the St. =
Simeon farm
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to passTo have been claimed by wha=
t we see of what
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,With a hand freed from=
weight,
Glimmering of light:A pallid yellow lingers
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesMy soul lies cracked; and wh=
en, in its despair,
That this mud draws on the stone.The flakes which have stolen onto the =
flagstones
At these masses the snow hides from me.And still my mind goes groping i=
n the mud to bring
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His BayThat only you and I can k=
now. Les deux
>From which, thanks to symmetry,Between the high and the low, in this ni=
ght.
Where lamps are lit: these, too,Not so much of place as of renewed hope=
,